Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.